LOG: A Little TLC

[the_informant]

Who: Agent Texas (Native), Agent Florida (Native)
What: Relaxing in the safety of a safehouse
Where: One of Florida's safehouses
When: 5/13, evening
Warnings: Adult situations, definite Florida trying to process human emotions, later nsfwish content

It's been the strangest few weeks, Florida decided a long time past. But here he was now, stretched out on the couch, staring at the ceiling. He's got two vat-meat steaks out, defrosting, he's got roasted potatoes ready for the oven, in fact, he's mostly got a rehash of the first meal he made for Tex (lower quality of course), waiting in the wings for the finishing touches. Minus the mousse. That just takes too long.

And added in? Beers chilling in the fridge. Beers he thinks he might partake in himself.

So much of the recent past has been stressful. More of it has been confusing. He's still trying to get his brain around how far he goes for Louisiana, a woman who will hate him soon enough. Another part wonders why she really saved him from that shipping container, and if he would have died without her. He ponders thankfulness and fear, insomnia and rest, and even the whole fiasco where he threatened to murder Maine and his boyfriend just to get to Lou...

Which only reminds him of the other complication in his life. At least he understands Lou on some level. Surely that is some deeply buried paternal instinct activating around her. A father fiercely loyal and protective, willing to take on all comers for his young. Actually, that sounds more maternal except in humans. Oh well.

But Tex?

There's a question. All the money. All the grief. A lot of the problems start and end with a woman that until recently he hadn't seen for a good long time. And now here he is, opening one of his safe havens to her when he isn't even going to get any physical pleasure out of it.

Where has he gone wrong?

Comments

[the_informant]

"Oh, I intend to be quite soon," Florida grins suggestively as his hands move over her bared skin. "You taste like peaches. Did you know that, Tex?"

Must be bodywash or something.

[soldierinblack]

She's reaching to work off his own clothes, though she pauses to give him a look at the mention of what she apparently tastes like.

"Peaches? Don't go spreading that around. It should be blood and rust."

[the_informant]

"I told you, Reina, what happens between us here is between only us," Florida grins, leaning down to kiss and bite at her neck. "Delicious."

[soldierinblack]

"I'll make sure I buy you some fresh peaches next time I'm out." And maybe some peach chap stick. Would he think of her when he used it? She might have to get some and find out.

His biting makes it hard to remove his shirt and she goes for undoing his pants instead.

[the_informant]

"Why would I want them when you're right here?" Florida purrs, pulling back to haul his own shirt off. "Peaches don't have a salty edge or moan my name or make such lovely noises when I pull their hair."

He supposes they could in a way. It wouldn't be nearly so good.

[soldierinblack]

"I can see the appeal." At least he's getting his shirt out of the way for her and she tugs his pants down past his hips. "So, how many times in a night can you go?"

[the_informant]

"Oh, my lady asks the most amazing questions," Florida laughs, shaking his head. "Tex, I'm only human!"

But his grin only grows as he kisses over her bared shoulders. "Quite a few. My master had me... professionally trained."

[soldierinblack]

Her arms wrap loosely around his shoulders and her nails graze his skin. He seems to have found some benefit in the terrible life he lived before.

"Then you can help me forget about the crap day I've had."

[the_informant]

"It would be my absolute honor," Florida smiles at her, nuzzling against her neck.